America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz
Chapter 270: Chapter 267 Conflict with Pitt

Not far from Martin's table, Bruce sat alone at a bar table drinking beer when he saw Pitt and his two companions walk in, he immediately gestured to a nearby server.

When the server approached, he pointed at Martin's table, "Send over a dozen Coca-Colas, in glass bottles."

After that, Bruce pulled out his cellphone and called two bodyguards, who then entered the bar and found an empty table not far from Martin to sit down.

In the event of an emergency, they could rush over in no time.

Bruce had Martin's back covered.

The waiter placed the glass bottles of Coke on the table, and Martin turned his head, gave Old Cloth a slight nod.

Nicholson took a bottle of Coke, took a big swig, and said, "Cola Cult, Forever! The Sect Hierarch is a scoundrel!"

Leonardo, not averse to stirring things up, also took a bottle, clinked it with Martin, and said, "Sect leader, what do you want to do? Just give the word, we've got your back and will cheer for you! If things go south, we'll call the cops for you."

Nicholson grinned maliciously, "Do you want me to call them over for you?"

Martin held a Coke in one hand and pointed at the two scoundrels with the other, "How could I ever mix with bad company like you!"

That's what he said, but his mind was racing.

While the three of them were talking, Matt Damon nudged Pitt, gesturing with his chin towards the hall.

Turning his head, Pitt's gaze settled instantly on Martin, who sat beneath the spotlight, shining as if he had his own halo, making Leonardo's bulk seem trivial in comparison.

"That pampered prick!" Pitt was the first to head over, his head thick with angry thoughts.

As members of the Foot Clan, Damon and Ben automatically followed.

Nicholson was visibly excited, "Don't be afraid of them; if they start trouble, we'll handle it. We have the backing of both the Face Gang and the Cola Cult!"

Martin watched as Pitt approached, picked up a glass bottle of Coke, and took a leisurely sip.

Damon paused for a second, recalling some unpleasant matters, and subtly put some distance between himself and Pitt.

The two were at odds only because of a rivalry over roles, and Martin hadn't mistreated his girlfriend or wife or anything.

Stepping back a bit ensured that if any liquids were thrown, he wouldn't get splashed.

Pitt kept walking and chose an empty table next to Martin's to sit down, gazing across the aisle at Martin, "You're overstepping your bounds."

Looking puzzled, Martin responded, "Are you talking to me?" He looked around, "I'm not crossing any lines."

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At that moment, Damon and Ben sat down opposite Pitt.

It was three against three.

"Who else if not you?" Pitt, thinking of Jolie and Aniston, felt a fire within and warned with a harsh tone, "Stay away from her!"

Not one to be spoken to so discourteously, Martin retorted deliberately, "Are you talking about Jolie, or Aniston? Or... both?"

At the mention of these two names, Pitt shot up from his seat.

Martin, not daring to be overly confident, stood up as well.

The bar was filled with people turning their attention their way.

Nicholson, the old rascal who had seen Martin in action, not worried about their side losing, kept fanning the flames, "Guys, let's have a man-to-man duel. He who backs down lacks the balls!"

Leonardo looked at Damon and Ben, "One-on-one combat, the most manly way!"

Pitt, in his forties, was no impulsive youth anymore. He wanted to lash out but seeing the glass bottles of Coke on Martin's table, he slowly sat back down.

Mocking jeers echoed around them.

Seemingly casual, Martin remarked, "Keep your mouth shut if you're a coward, they don't like it soft!"

Just as Pitt's rear touched the chair, he sprang up like Goldie the lion, lunging across the aisle toward Martin, his slap swinging like that of an abusive husband.

Even the most mature men have tempers and spirit.

Martin was well prepared; he grabbed Pitt's arm, pulling him forward as he extended a leg to kick his shin, while his other hand pressed down on Pitt's neck.

There was a loud thud as Pitt's face collided with the bar table.

Martin swiftly picked up the glass Coke bottle, pressing it against Pitt's forehead, "I'm very sensitive to assault and will smash a head with a Coke bottle. It's in your best interest not to move."

The cold bottle against his forehead extinguished the hot blood rushing to Pitt's temples, forcing him to recall the scenes he had seen from Burbank Middle School.

Bloody! Brutal!

Pitt didn't dare make a move as the memory of the gunman whose head was shattered by Martin's Coke bottle and who died despite medical attention held him frozen.

He had died, after all!

Ben and Damon rose to their feet only to see a man appear beside Martin.

Bruce stood at Martin's side, a bottle of Coca-Cola in each hand.

The Great Protector of the Cola Cult was no pushover!

Damon recognized this man, having seen him in videos from Burbank Middle School. Like Martin, this guy was also tough enough to take on armed thugs!

"Don't make a move," Damon held Ben back, giving himself an out, "We know who we are and who he is; he's not worth it."

Ben was an absolute, super macho man when he helped Harvey suppress the actress with all kinds of threats and inducements, but now, facing two people who had stood up to armed thugs, he totally agreed with Damon's words, "You're right!"

The one being pinned down was Pitt, not one of their uncles or nephews.

Damon said, "Martin, there's no need to make such a fuss, is there? It's not that big of a deal. Let Pitt go first."

The commotion in the bar had already alarmed the security personnel, and the manager was running over with his team.

Martin still had Pitt pinned down: "He attacked me!"

Pitt roared, "You fuck around with my wife!"

Nicholson, the bastard, didn't forget to loudly correct him: "Ex-wife, Aniston is your ex-wife!"

The onlookers were shocked. What was going on? Was Aniston, America's sweetheart, involved?

The manager hadn't arrived, but his voice had: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, no fighting! If you have conflicts, please take them outside!"

Martin looked at the manager: "I was attacked." He looked around: "If someone calls the cops, please witness for me."

Nicholson, the shameless old man, was shaking his cell phone: "The latest model with a camera feature. I got it all on video, irrefutable evidence. It'd stand in Federal Court no problem!"

Martin let go of Pitt and pushed him away.

Several security guards quickly stepped forward, getting between the two groups.

Pitt touched his chilled forehead and the redness on his face, glared at Martin, then turned and walked out of the bar.

Damon and Ben followed him out.

Once outside the bar, Damon urged, "You're too impulsive. Don't go head-to-head with him."

Ben uttered a truth: "You're no match for him."

Pitt was nearly fainted from anger due to his own people, and he said viciously, "This isn't over!"

Realizing he had spoken out of turn, Ben quickly corrected himself: "For this kind of thing, it's better to get him quietly."

Pitt rubbed his face hard, trying to calm down quickly: "I need to come up with a good plan, screw him over once and for all, make sure he's finished."

Damon pointed to the car by the road: "Go to my place, we'll figure it out together."

Inside the bar, Martin and his two companions also came out and got into the Escalade that Bruce had driven over.

Leonardo commented, "I thought you were going to explode Pitt's head with Coke."

Martin shrugged: "That would make a lot of people want to fight to the death with me, and I'm not stupid."

Nicholson was still looking at the video on his cell phone and said, "My photography skills aren't bad, the panoramas and close-ups are just right. It's just a pity the camera isn't very clear, but you can make out you and Pitt."

He exclaimed, "Wow, you move fast, just like Leo's 11 seconds."

"Shut up, you bastard!" Leonardo roared and, couldn't help his curiosity, asked Martin, "You didn't mess with Jolie and then Aniston, did you?" He gave Martin a thumbs-up: "Turns out you're the MILF killer!"

"You really have no morals. First, you interfere with Jolie and Pitt, forcing them to split up, and just when Pitt wants to win his ex-wife back, you stick your nose in again.

You're really a scumbag!" Having seen so much over the decades, Nicholson more or less hit the nail on the head even with his wild guesses: "As the leader of the Trio of Scoundrels, I hereby officially revoke your title of traitor, because you are a real scumbag and a pervert!"

Martin gave him the finger: "I'm so fucking grateful to you!"

Leonardo said, "If you want to show real gratitude, throw a party! Get a bunch of supermodels, not a one below a Victoria's Secret Angel. If you're short on cash, just get a mortgage loan from the bank!"

Martin had been thinking about reminding them before he left tonight to first try out the menthol oil on their female companions and then apply it to themselves.

Hearing what these two bastards said, he decided not to mention it.

It was just a contest of who was more despicable and perverted. They were all members of the Face Gang, all members of the Trio of Scoundrels. Who was afraid of whom?

Martin reminded the two, "Tonight's events won't end here. Be careful, you two."

Leonardo laughed: "It's been a while since I had some excitement."

Nicholson, with a particularly sinister and perverted smile: "I hate boredom the most. How could I miss out on something so interesting?"

Martin had an idea: "Old bastard, I've got a business opportunity for you. The video you recorded could sell for a lot of money."

Nicholson pointed at Martin: "You're utterly wicked, bullying people and then selling them off."

Imagining himself in the situation, Leonardo began, "I think Martin hasn't got Aniston yet, and he's planning to use her as the lead actress for his new movie. Just when news breaks that Martin Davis fights with Pitt over jealousy to protect Aniston, it's going to blow up big time!"

Nicholson looked at Martin with ill-intent: "You even calculated me into your plans!" He thought for a moment, "Hold on! Martin, when you provoked Pitt to strike, you had already considered everything Leo mentioned!"

Leonardo said, "Buddy, I'm glad you're one of us."

Martin neither admitted nor denied, only saying, "It could sell for a lot of money, so are you going to sell it, Jack? If you don't, I'm going to rob you tonight, I'll take your cell phone."

Nicholson, who was never one to miss a good show, said, "Find a buyer!"

"No problem!" Martin yelled to the driver's seat: "Old Cloth!"

Bruce picked up the phone, made a call, then hung up quickly and said, "In half an hour, at the west gate of Bayside Cove."

Leonardo excitedly shouted, "Let's go! Let's go! I've never seen a deal like this with my own eyes."

Nicholson put on his sunglasses: "I'm handling the deal myself, none of you are allowed to butt in."